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GRAVEYARD.
GR͏∀VE̴Y͞A̵ЯD 13 DECOMMISSIONED
t̀h̡e u͝nḑerbe̸l͞l̵y ̸o͜f th̴è ̡şh̷i͠p.
Crushing pressure is the initial sensation you can recall upon awakening. The stench of fetid, hot steam fills your nose, motes of dust and dirt floating upwards to cling to your skin. Down you are pulled to the cold ground, and all at once you realize you have forgotten to breathe. As you gasp back to life, you are flung onto a pile of scraps and trash, as the enormous machine that spat you out grumbles a little, and then goes silent. You are whole somehow, alive... but at what cost?
Popping out of the grinder, you look yourself over and find that any injuries you may have incurred during your death will be healed. While the scars that remain from the process will serve as a stark reminder, you will be able to get up on your own two feet without issue.
Thin, tapering metal (?) claws unhook from overhead and lower themselves, proceeding to guide you around. Your clothing starts sticking uncomfortably to your skin in the humidity of this strange, new place. Overhead you can hear the tinny humming of flickering lights overhead, arranged in a singular, thin strip and snaking around the serpentine halls. Along exposed pipes, wires, and the walls, a rust-colored substance creeps in web-like patterns, climbing towards the ceiling lights.
The deep grinding and groaning of the ship begin to meld into one low, deep moan from all around. It dips and rises in pitch, and becomes sickening to listen to if you focus on it for too long. Maybe, it's the ship's way of saying Welcome, to the underbelly of the CSS Eudora, home of the decommissioned.
Thin, tapering metal (?) claws unhook from overhead and lower themselves, proceeding to guide you around. Your clothing starts sticking uncomfortably to your skin in the humidity of this strange, new place. Overhead you can hear the tinny humming of flickering lights overhead, arranged in a singular, thin strip and snaking around the serpentine halls. Along exposed pipes, wires, and the walls, a rust-colored substance creeps in web-like patterns, climbing towards the ceiling lights.
The deep grinding and groaning of the ship begin to meld into one low, deep moan from all around. It dips and rises in pitch, and becomes sickening to listen to if you focus on it for too long. Maybe, it's the ship's way of saying Welcome, to the underbelly of the CSS Eudora, home of the decommissioned.
Some things to keep in mind, while amongst the dead:
💀 Mini-events will be posted on WEDNESDAY at 3 PM EST / 12 PM PST and 6 PM EST / 3 PM PST, and are due at the same time they are for the living. Any changes to the schedule will be announced in the graveyard channels.
💀 Weekly effects will still hit you here, in the belly of the ship. Mods will make sure to announce any special changes based on being the graveyard; otherwise, please assume everything is 1:1!
💀 While not perfect, there is a healing factor in place. It is extremely sluggish, uncomfortable, and does not negate the fact that you're injured and likely in pain. If the injury is too severe, you might wind up dying from it if left untreated. Again. If you have a pre-existing condition like an illness that has been exacerbated by factors beyond your control, you will find that for the time being these symptoms are at their most minor.
💀 That said, while double death is possible, you'll find yourself reviving after 4 hours fully healed, but feeling like complete garbage for the rest of the day. Message your mods if you find yourself getting killed while dead, though! There might be a special surprise involved.
💀 Your possessions, minus clothing besides what you're wearing now, can be found in the bunk pods and their storage. Yes, while it might not include clothes, it does include any Omegamart Promotional Items, Scrap purchases, home items, etc that you were in possession of. if you had a lot of things, the cubby might jam or have difficulty closing. Better organize. If you arrive on Saturday during trial, belongings will return at the end of trial.
💀 Communications, while you cannot text via I.R.I.S., you can still send messages through HER-MES. All other functions for I.R.I.S. are available along with direct data transfers. Dead can send private letters to the living! An inbox can be accessed from the family computer at the canteen. If you find it locked, it is because we are updating it.
💀 Living livestream is broadcasted on the TV screen in the canteen!
✔️ Upgraded Quality ✔️ Audio ✔️ Translit Captions that sometimes fuck up ✔️ Dramatic panning ❌ Color
💀 Planet locations are free to use! Upon the Eudora landing planetside, you will find that as you meander through the various parts of the Belly you may run into one of locations of the current planet instead of where you were meaning to go. These locations are indeed still populated, but the people are more like wisps and will not react much to any conversation. Though you can interact with stuff there you cannot take anything with you out of the location "rooms".
💀 Weekly effects will still hit you here, in the belly of the ship. Mods will make sure to announce any special changes based on being the graveyard; otherwise, please assume everything is 1:1!
💀 While not perfect, there is a healing factor in place. It is extremely sluggish, uncomfortable, and does not negate the fact that you're injured and likely in pain. If the injury is too severe, you might wind up dying from it if left untreated. Again. If you have a pre-existing condition like an illness that has been exacerbated by factors beyond your control, you will find that for the time being these symptoms are at their most minor.
💀 That said, while double death is possible, you'll find yourself reviving after 4 hours fully healed, but feeling like complete garbage for the rest of the day. Message your mods if you find yourself getting killed while dead, though! There might be a special surprise involved.
💀 Your possessions, minus clothing besides what you're wearing now, can be found in the bunk pods and their storage. Yes, while it might not include clothes, it does include any Omegamart Promotional Items, Scrap purchases, home items, etc that you were in possession of. if you had a lot of things, the cubby might jam or have difficulty closing. Better organize. If you arrive on Saturday during trial, belongings will return at the end of trial.
💀 Communications, while you cannot text via I.R.I.S., you can still send messages through HER-MES. All other functions for I.R.I.S. are available along with direct data transfers. Dead can send private letters to the living! An inbox can be accessed from the family computer at the canteen. If you find it locked, it is because we are updating it.
💀 Living livestream is broadcasted on the TV screen in the canteen!
✔️ Upgraded Quality ✔️ Audio ✔️ Translit Captions that sometimes fuck up ✔️ Dramatic panning ❌ Color
💀 Planet locations are free to use! Upon the Eudora landing planetside, you will find that as you meander through the various parts of the Belly you may run into one of locations of the current planet instead of where you were meaning to go. These locations are indeed still populated, but the people are more like wisps and will not react much to any conversation. Though you can interact with stuff there you cannot take anything with you out of the location "rooms".
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[He will politely leave the topic of pink smoke alone for now in case it causes Lancion to disintegrate.]
It's nice to meet you, Lancion! Though I think you might be a bit lost...? The rest of the senior crew hasn't died, presumably, so they're still with the rest.
[Makes a vague gesture upward, because they are in Hades Stomach aka Helly Belly and the only place to go from there is up, clearly...]
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[ They are but a bundle of memories trying to remember things and it is a struggle. Sometimes the soul is doing hard work.
They listen and their eyebrows furrow at the mention of death. ]
That doesn't sound right. I know some of them died before. [ Blips in and out. ] I... Died.
... I see.
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[The spare body... REACHING OUT TO TRY PATTING THEIR ARM even though his hand will probably go through goodnight. NOT GHOSTS.]
Even Monsieur Vash has one here! Ah, but his old body is also still running around with the rest of them...
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A spare?
[ THIS IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE FOR A REgular PERSON TO PARSE. ]
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Oh! The... These. [PATS HIS CHEST.] My other body was diced into pieces, but this one still seems functional! So I was wondering why you don't have one here, too, if you got smashed into a paste or something back on the ship proper...
[DON'T JUST ASSIGN THEM GOO.]
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Mm... mmmm...
[ Theyre thinking very hard and blipping in and out. ]
I believe I was like you.
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[Hm that doesn't bode well... He doesn't want to become a fragmented memloss figure of light, he'd rather just be dead normally.....]
The Helly Belly ate you into a glowy ghost... Is there anything we can do to help stabilize you again? Is talking helping at all?
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[ They seem accepting of their death, to be honest. Millennial energy. ]
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[A BIG SIGH. Not their millennial energy help, relatable monarch.]
Touching you didn't seem to help... Maybe if you try to eat something? [TRAP THIS GHOST IN THE FAE REALM WITH FORBIDDEN FOOD.]
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I don't know if I can eat like this, either. I don't feel hungry, now that I think about it, but I must have been here for a while. [ It's what they gleaned from talking to Luke. ] How long has it been since I ate something?
I guess the last time I had a cookie isn't the most important thing.
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[He's wilting a little at this tragic situation. WHY DOESN'T HE HAVE ANY GHOST BISCUITS.]
Um... Well, do you know what changed to make you come back in the first place? Maybe having more of us here...?
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Metaphorical cookie accepted. [ Anyway, ] Hm... it might be because you guys showed up. That's what's different here, right? Disturbs the ghost realm. Ooooo.
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Mm, I'll settle for that for now... [He's so determined to find a cookie that he can feed to a ghost. HIS SIDEQUEST.]
If it's about disturbances, we can cause a lot of them! [DON'T SOUND SO PROUD.] So at least there's that. And since we can't take ourselves apart yet, there isn't that much to do, so we can work on a way to restabilize you!
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[ Smiles....... Awkwardly.... Over the taking themselves apart part. ]
All right. Thanks.
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Mm, of course! No restless spirits on our watch! We'll do our very best to cause disturbances and bring back the dead! [HELP.] Is there anything else that I can do for you in the meantime, maybe?
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Mm... Unless there's more you'd like to ask, I'm a little sleepy.
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There's a little smile though, and he reaches out to mime patting their shoulder so he doesn't actually clip through them and cause them to glitch again.]
You can go get a little more sleep, then. Just don't go too far, okay?
[Don't disintegrate forever.......]
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I'll try to be around.
[ But they will really disperse into soft light that dwindle. Dahut will get a sense they're still around, though. ]
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